“Yes, as she did,” he answered, with a sort of mournful fierceness in his eyes and voice.
“As who did?” I demanded.
“Your mother, Aurora.”
“That was what he called her.”
“Who?”
“It was the name my father used!”
“Ha! the murderer! how dare he?”
“But you know something of my mother!” I said eagerly; “tell it me!”
“That you may give Lord Clare the knowledge he thirsts for?”
“Yes!”